The Wizard: Starting as a Corpse Collector Apprentice and Paying for a Monthly Subscription

Upon hearing Seven's assessment, the members of the Sun Wizard Tower, who had just been full of pride, suddenly felt as uncomfortable as if they had swallowed a fly.

Tal's blue eyes carefully examined Tyren, and he began to consider a plan.

Seven said to Tyron, "The condition of these pelts you have is quite good. I can offer 350 purple gold coins per pelt. Shall we sell them?"

Despite Seven's high offer, Tyronn did not show any eager greed.

He turned his head and tentatively looked at the sickle beside him.

This subtle gesture greatly pleased Sickle.

This is not only a sign of respect for the team leader, but also a demonstration of "knowing the rules".

The sickle cleared his throat, straightened his back, and said:

"This is the spoils of war that you hunted with your own skills, so you are naturally in charge of handling it."

Tyron, however, did not immediately agree, but continued to ask:

"Team leader, does our Wizard Tower have any needs in this area recently?"

"If the tower needs it, I can hand it over first."

This kid's really made it big!

The sickle shook its head, its eyes full of admiration:

"There shouldn't be any within the next two weeks. Recently, the tower mainly needs undead materials."

"Since Mr. Seven's price is fair, you should sell it."

After receiving approval, Tyronn turned and gave Seven a slight bow.

"Thank you for your recognition, Mr. Seven."

"The transaction can be completed now."

The transaction was completed quickly, and Tyron received 1650 Purple Gold Coins.

Holding the banknotes that sang with special ink in his hand, Tyron felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

"1650 Purple Gold Coins..."

"This is my cheap old man's blacksmithing income for a month and a half."

"And I only took less than three hours."

This is the exponential increase in earning speed after crossing levels.

After the transaction was completed, Seven closed the ledger, looked around, and announced loudly:

"Considering the integrity of the fur and its total value, I hereby declare!"

"In this hunting competition, the Wizard Tower of Kane has ranked first!"

"The joint investigation team will be formed in three days, and the Kane Wizard Tower will secure three seats!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sickle could no longer contain his excitement.

He scooped Tyron up in his arms, lifting him high like a trophy, and shouted excitedly:

"Well done, Magnus!"

The other apprentices also gathered around, their faces beaming with long-lost pride and joy.

"That's awesome, bro! Seeing those guys from the Sun Tower get humiliated just now, I feel like I'm dreaming."

"From now on, you'll be my older brother!"

……

The entrance to the outpost camp.

Cathy was standing there quietly.

Opposite her stood a middle-aged knight dressed in silver-gray steel armor with a long sword at his waist.

His name is Minsk, the captain of the Frontier Knights' reconnaissance team, and also Cathy's father's most trusted adjutant.

At this moment, the usually dignified and aloof knight was bowing slightly and speaking to Cathy in a respectful tone.

Cathy nodded and said softly:

"I understand, Uncle Minsk."

"I'll tell Magnus when he gets back."

Minsk straightened up, a gentle smile appearing on his face:

"Miss, what do you think of this Magnus...?"

Cathy paused for a moment, then gave a very high evaluation:

"It's excellent and gives me a comfortable feeling."

Minsk was somewhat surprised.

My young lady is introverted and rarely uses evaluations that make her feel "comfortable".

Just as he was about to ask more questions, a loud cheer suddenly came from afar.

The two turned to look.

The usually listless and lifeless Cairn Tower apprentices were now surrounding a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, walking over as if he were the center of attention.

The leader, wearing a sickle, had his arm around the boy's shoulder, grinning from ear to ear.

Upon seeing Minsk, Sickle immediately suppressed his smile, quickly led Tyrion over, and respectfully bowed.

"Your Excellency Commander Minsk, welcome."

When faced with these lowly apprentices, Minsk instantly reverted to his authoritative demeanor.

He straightened his back, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the crowd, and gave a curt "hmm":

"What's making you so happy?"

Scythe immediately gave a scathing report on Tyron's feat, emphasizing "ranked first" and "three seats".

After hearing the report, Minsk raised his eyebrows slightly.

He glanced at his young mistress, then looked again at the boy in front of him, who was young but had a mature look in his eyes.

"Magnus, right?"

Minsk's voice was deep and powerful:

"Not bad, this is interesting."

"I'll remember you."

After saying this, he didn't linger. He mounted his horse, led a troop of cavalry, and turned to leave.

Watching Minsk's departing figure, Sickle excitedly patted Tyron on the shoulder:

"Magnus, well done!"

"This Minsk Knight is one of the captains of the Border Cavalry responsible for patrolling the mountains; he is a truly powerful figure."

"He will be leading the joint patrol three days from now."

"Making him remember your name will only benefit you in this area from now on!"

Tyron nodded, understanding dawning on him.

It seems that my first move was the right one.

What followed was entirely logical.

Those who are sent to such desolate outposts are generally low-level apprentices who are frustrated or marginalized in the wizard tower.

They lack money, resources, and, most importantly, dignity.

Now, Tyrion has not only helped them save face, but also secured a valuable hunting spot.

In the eyes of these people, Tyron is a savior, even closer than a brother.

The potential "newcomer bullying" segment was skipped entirely, replaced by enthusiastic flattery and attempts to win them over.

Tyron was naturally very comfortable in these social situations.

He showed neither arrogance after his meritorious service nor the slightest contempt for these lower-level apprentices.

He always listened patiently to everyone's boasting with a gentle smile, occasionally chiming in with a few words, or using humorous self-deprecation to liven up the atmosphere.

His gentle and unassuming demeanor quickly won him everyone's favor.

In just one afternoon, he had already become close friends with the 14 old apprentices who were staying there.

Furthermore, with the previous rumors of "slapping the face of the Sun Wizard Tower" being confirmed, the public's admiration for him reached its peak.

Night falls.

When it came time to assign dorm rooms, Tyronn received the treatment of a hero.

He and Cathy were assigned to a private room on the second floor, while the other four new apprentices had to stay in the dormitory-style room on the first floor.

Entering his own room, Tyron nodded in satisfaction.

The room is about 30 square meters. Although the decoration is simple, it is clean and tidy.

A sturdy double bed, an empty half-wall bookshelf, a large solid wood desk, and a separate wardrobe.

These conditions are comparable to those of a mid-range hotel in the city.

Tyron locked the door and drew the heavy curtains.

The passive effect of "Slacking Off" is activated.

After confirming that there were no surveillance cameras around, Tyron sat cross-legged on the bed and took out the few experience books he had been reluctant to use.

"Now that the emperor is far away, it's time to boost our strength."

Tyron took a deep breath and then used it.

At the same time, he mobilized the remaining 0.3 magic power in his body and began to fully deduce the "Summoning and Domination Spell".

In an instant, Tyren felt as if his consciousness had left his body and entered a strange space filled with runes and spiritual light.

The previously blurry spell model became crystal clear at this moment.

The feeling is like a person who was originally nearsighted suddenly putting on glasses, and the whole world becomes clear.

A slight tremor ran through the depths of my soul, followed by an indescribable sense of sublimation.

It's like stepping onto a new level.

Breakthrough!

Tyron suddenly opened his eyes, a deep blue light flashing in the depths of his pupils.

Look at your own state:

[Spell: Summoning and Domination Spell (18804→25813/100000)]

"I broke through to level 2 directly, and my experience bar also increased significantly."

Tyron clenched his fist, feeling the magic surging within him.

He then immediately began meditating to fully restore his depleted mental energy.

Half an hour later, Tyron stood up, a thought forming in his mind.

call out!call out!call out!call out!

The four spirit swords instantly hovered in the air, emitting a slight buzzing sound.

Tyron controlled the flying sword, rapidly traversing the room.

He soon noticed the change.

First, the control radius has been expanded from the original 10 meters to 15 meters.

Secondly, the speed has increased from 10 meters per second to 12 meters per second.

Although the improvement may not seem significant, in actual combat, this 5-meter difference often means the difference between life and death.

More importantly, his control over the flying sword has made a qualitative leap.

Previously, he could barely control two flying swords to attack in different directions, but now...

Tyronn's eyes narrowed.

The three flying swords instantly dispersed, each piercing one of the three corners of the room with unparalleled precision.

"Three-pronged approach."

"Although we can't achieve full coverage in all four areas yet, this is already a huge improvement."

Tyron retracted his flying sword with satisfaction.

Today's task has been successfully completed.

Finally, he glanced at his [Monthly Card] system.

With the recovery of the Magic Pattern Rabbit's corpse, today's task was completed, yielding 1500 experience points. The level of the monthly card also increased from 600 points at level 15 to 100 points at level 17.

[Level 16 Reward: 100 Magic Item Fragments + 10 Magic Item Shards]

[Level 17 Reward: 2 Wraith Cores]

Looking at the two black crystals that exuded a chilling aura, Tyron's lips curled into a cold smile.